Chapter 558, is the ink on the scene, is you fascinated by ghosts?

apologize?

The temper of the warm season is actually a good one. Before I changed it, she was afraid to raise the burden directly on the heads of the brothers and sisters.

apologize? She said a ghost apologize!

It’s just that the few left-off staff seem to be biased towards Miss Rong Er. After leaving, they told the security guard that there were several security guards coming in less than two minutes. When they came to this place, they looked at this situation and saw Rongcheng will help Rong Rong. They are all from Beijing. They naturally recognize Rongcheng. They are busy paying a tribute to him. "Yong Zong, I heard people say that there are some situations here. What happened? ”

Rongcheng calmly said: "Nothing, but this season is inexplicably pushed down my sister. I intend to follow her theoretical theory, but she seems very dissatisfied."

When the security guards heard it, they immediately surrounded the warmth of the season, as if they were afraid that she would escape. Although they did not do it, they were kept behind her.

The warm season is surrounded by these people.

Her eyes are cold, this room in the city of Beijing... is really despicable.

Is this going to be on your own site, is it unreasonable?

Suddenly, there was a gap in the encirclement formed by Rong’s brother and sister and the several security guards. The black tall figure appeared, and the ink-faced deep-faced cold opened them directly to her, and went to the warm season to see her not very A good-looking complexion, even if she had just made up her makeup, but because she was too familiar with her, she could easily see a trace of exhaustion from her cold eyes and the forbearance that was strong because of the discomfort of the physiological period.

"What happened?" The man's voice fell on top of her head, but apparently it was questioning the other people behind her.

I didn't expect that the ink would come, even if the ink was not in Beijing, but no one didn't know his name. In the Beijing area, there was a total of inks that wanted to be in the air. Those security guards hesitated. I feel that I can't offend both sides, and I don't dare to participate in it anymore. I walked back and no one dared to speak.

When Rong Rong saw the appearance of Mo Jingshen suddenly, his face changed, and Rongcheng was cold and blind, apparently unhappy.

The warmth of the season only stood on the wall and didn't talk. The ink in the depth of the hand was the waist that was directly imaginary. The low voice was patient and gentle: "Is it necessary to send someone to follow you when you go to the bathroom? I think it should be sealed." I can get back from Nan Heng’s side and let her stay with you all the time.”

As he said, he glanced at a pleat under the warm-up dress skirt. The position was obviously traced by the force. He looked at the cold and cold moment, and then he saw the brothers and sisters of the eye.

Rong Rong sees the ink in the depths of the season, the kind of silence and intimacy seems to have everything in his feelings, so that she suddenly blocked her heart, red eyes staring at him deeply, in the chest The acid cockroaches that are difficult to suppress are more pleasantly spread out: "Mr. Mo..."

Ink deep looked at her, and the sight was cold and there was no temperature.

Rong Cheng’s eyes are also passing a trace of unpleasant sorrow, sneer: "Mr. Zh, although I don’t know what the season is all about you, but now she has pushed Rong Rong to the ground, and now she has a sprained foot. I didn't say anything, just let her apologize, is it too much?"

Ink depth is low: "You pushed her?"

Obviously it is a rhetorical question. He can hear that he does not think that this idiot-like thing is what she will do.

The season is warm or cold and turned a blind eye: "No, she fell, holding my hand, I have no patience, I want to open her, and both of them fell on the ground at the same time, my feet are also twisted. When I arrived, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to walk. I didn’t know why Miss Rong sat on the ground and kept moving.”

The eyes of Mo Jingshen fell on the face of Rongcheng after her voice fell. He did not look at Rong Rong again. Obviously, the person who deliberately argued that this was not the case for the warm season.

"Yong, have you heard?"

Rongcheng suddenly smiled: "Mr. Zum, it seems that the relationship between the season and yours is really unusual. Have you seen anyone who has done something bad will admit that he has done it? Just in the ballroom. She has been looking at Rong Rong. After she went to the bathroom, she also came to the bathroom. When I came, I saw Rong Rong sitting on the ground with red eyes. The season is always cold and arrogant like a peacock. It’s not her push, I really don’t believe it.”

Ink darkness looked at him without hesitation: "She said that there is no, if I guess it is correct, she should ask you to call out the monitoring here to find out the situation, but you refused?"

Rongcheng blinked his eyes in silence.

I didn't expect him to understand this season well.

Seeing his expression, Mo Jing’s deep cold lips: “If Rong Rong must ask for a statement, then ask Miss Rong, what is going on, or to monitor, two clear choices are placed in front of you but You ignore it. Obviously your purpose is not to be truthful, nor to be fair. You just want to tell her that the person you want to target does not need to be reasonable, nor does it need any pre-existing consequences. As long as you look dissatisfied, you can always let her go."

The voice of Mo Jingshen is always faintly listening to seemingly no emotion, but it is cold and chilling.

Rong Cheng’s eyes sank.

Rong Rong looked at Mo Jingshen from the beginning to the end and never left the arm of the warm waist. Closed his eyes and raised his hand and carefully pulled the cuffs of Rongcheng. He whispered, "Brother, it’s not Miss Ji. It’s really my own fall."

Ink and deep face expressionless: "Hear?"

The voice has not fallen, the eyes have been removed directly from the faces of their brothers and sisters, looking at the warmth of the season: "Not that your feet are also sprained? Which foot? Serious?"

The season warm did not look at him, only the skirt of the dress skirt was randomly arranged: "Nothing, twisted, does not affect walking."

Her voice has not yet fallen, and suddenly the whole person has been swayed.

The warmth of the season was suddenly in his throat because of this movement. Mo Jingshen had already started his legs and did not continue to talk nonsense with anyone here, holding her into the elevator in the aisle ahead.

The hotel was packaged by the organizer, and all the rooms upstairs can be used for rest at any time. The retro-style luxury elevator doors are opened and closed.

Rongcheng’s eyes saw that Mo Jingshen actually turned around and held the warmth of the season. The squat of the air was tight and stretched. He turned his eyes and looked at the direction of the elevator. He suddenly said: “You know I know that Mo Jingshen has a heart to protect her. Just said so, is it true that this ink Jingjing has fascinated you? When you see him, do you even help him?"

(End of this chapter)